Ou Zun's eyes were filled with fury, his sharp gaze alone seemed like it could tear Xin Xianglian to shreds.
Where did she get the audacity to say she was his fiancée?
Wasn't he still capable of seeing clearly? No, even if he were blind, he would never marry Xin Xianglian.
"How are you feeling?"
Ou Zun asked coldly, glancing at Mù Qiānxún in his arms. A quick glance told him that she was not hurt. When he looked up at Xin Xianglian, he found her in a miserable state.
Ou Zun's voice was harsh, uncaring.
The crowd around them fell silent, watching closely, feeling an unpleasant chill from Ou Zun's expression.
